Killing Heather

Chapter 11

Back at home I set up the normal night for myself. Or at least… normal as of recently. It’s been another few days, and I’ve been laying low. I still need time to get my head straight. A night or two ago I was really thinking about going… ahh never mind…

She’s working tonight so I’ll be tuning in to that, while periodically getting my own personalized view from the cameras in her room.

I have noticed that the 2nd of the 3 cameras i placed has begun to askew in the angle it’s pointing. I really hope it doesn’t fall.

I’ve been feeling guilty. Ever since I tasted her, I realize how sweet a thing I’ve been abusing. She’s most likely terrified, alone and doing what she’s got to do to pay for her own lifestyle.

Hmm.. alone..

Yes she is.

I’ve learned a little more how to navigate the sites she operates from. I can use them as direct distractions in the moments where I need a little more time, or I’m trying to get her into a specific room of her house for a few hours. I mean for a few hundred dollars I could easily get her to distract herself in any room of my choosing. These are just tools that I’ve begun to develop in concerns to protecting my secret. I’ve come up with a plan to explain my living situation as well. She might see right through it, but I’m sure it will work for some silly reason.

The last thing I’m really worried about is my car. Sure it’s a different color but it sounds the same. Same wheels, and if someone looked on the inside of the door where the wrap ends they would obviously see it’s actually purple… Not good.

She got way too close last time.

I recline in my office chair and release the tension of my belt from around my waist. With 3 screens up watching her I almost fall into the old routine of obsessively m**********g to her. The problem is… I haven’t touched myself since everything happened. At first I was dedicated to healing after I had disrespected myself with chronic attack on my own s*x, but I’ve begun to only have a craving for one thing; Her.

Her taste, like a phantom still teases my lips occasionally when my mental guard has lowered. Truly it’s my mind playing tricks on me. I know the next time I have the chance, I will take her.

My mind slowly fades blank into a fantasy, and I drift strangely from my consciousness.

I slip into a dream

“Her”

A vast darkness clouds my brain, stopping my mind from processing what my body had possessed me to do.

I feel the feeling of my car, and the sensation of driving, but I have no recollection of driving, or even getting in the car.

Grass. Soft. Dewy. My eyes still blank and dark. My body carrying itself somewhere.

Why do I feel so drawn?

I smell it. That thing I desire most of all I can smell it from the right confines of the mask I realize I am wearing.

What.. what is happening to me…

I feel so.. warm. So good. So powerful..

The smell is overwhelming now. I can see a soft pink light peering through the opening to the shell that covered my face.

Weird screaming like noises come through the edges of the mask, but I just can’t seem to get a grasp of where they are coming from.

Tranced, my body still in control I feel my fingers grasp something closely resembling flesh- skin- a limb.. yes.

Now squeeze.

Good.

I feel the feeling of thin cloth becoming taught at the end of its elasticity and then ripping with a snapping ferocity.

My hand feels like it’s wrapped around the throat of a struggling animal. Except it’s smooth, but it’s also large. Much larger than a dog..

Confusion didn’t last long as it was almost just blank instinct to squeeze the soft fleshy neck until the movement stopped…

I am naked. I release my head from the darkness of an old Halloween mask to find myself in an extremely familiar place. Looking at what reminded me of an at first familiar sight.

She was laying in front of me completely unconscious on her bed. Just like the first time I saw her face to face. This time it looks as if her clothes had been ripped off of her, and her breath was extremely light.

I was confused. Why is she asleep with the lights still on, and how did I get here? Why am I naked?

My body didn’t wait for an answer. My p***s began to swell. A boiling lit within me and I found myself again standing over her with the again, hardest c**k I’ve ever had in my entire life.

Still in somewhat of a daze I grab her leg, rotate her body so that I could have access to that sweet p***y I’ve been craving for so long now, and slowly insert my rock hard c**k into her surprisingly soaked p***y.